Launch Day! Raveneye by Suzana Wylie #Giveaways #MM #Romance


It gives me great pleasure to help my good friend Suzana Wylie celebrate the launch of her newest gay romance—RAVENEYE!

51gmyt4e7tlAnswers may be found in the desert, if the right questions are asked.

With Matteo Velasco and Dusan Sokolov, the questions are simple. It’s the answers that are complicated.

Teo’s answers are found in sharing existence with his pet-who-is-more, Raveneye, until the day Dusan walks into the desert resort spa where Teo works.

Dusan’s answers are found in meditation spent battling the beast he knows he harbors within, until the day Teo sees and touches his wounds.

Their encounter brings more questions, and to have any hope of sorting out the answers, each man will need the help offered by Raveneye and the beautiful transwoman who cares for them both.

Dusan—straight, assassin, immortal. Teo—gay, seeker, human. When men look at life… and death… through the eye of the raven, will they see the answers hidden in the desert?



“Are you going to give, or do I need to pour some serious tequila down your throat?”

Teo looked up from his computer station in the spa’s reception area. “What are you talking about, Edie?”

“You have circles under your eyes. You don’t always hear the first time you’re spoken to. You left the door open during that massage this morning. And honey, he wasn’t at all cute, so I didn’t want to see what I saw in there.” She raised a brow. “Stand up.”

She looked him over, then signaled for him to turn. “You’ve lost weight. Are you eating? Strike that. Are you eating right?”

“I’m fine.” Teo sat, turning back to the computer.

“You are not fine. We’ve known each other how many years now? Five? More than that.”


“OK, seven. You aren’t fine and you know it.” She propped against his desk and tapped her fingernail on her teeth. “Something’s been wrong with you for a couple of weeks now.” She glanced around and went on in a lower voice, “Have you been out in the desert every night? Are you tripping every night now?”

Teo glared at her. “You shouldn’t mention that here!”

Edie raised her hands in placation, and said, “Okay, okay, calm down. You’re right, and I’m sorry. But I care, Teo. Something is wrong and I care.”

“I know.”

“You know I don’t gossip. Well, I do, but only about the unimportant things like shoes and who’s dating who in Hollywood and shit. Not about people I care about.”

“Yeah. Thanks.” Teo stared at his computer screen for a moment, then turned back to her. “Are you saying that there’s gossip going around?”

Edie discovered a piece of lint on her skirt. “Why would you think that?”

“Damn. What are they saying, Edie?”

“If you don’t want to talk about it at work, don’t you think you’d better quit talking about it at work?”

After a long moment, Teo sighed. “Drinks, after work?”

“Sure. Your place?”

“The bar. No liquor at the cottage.”

“Well, there’s your problem, dude. You need to get drunk.” She studied him again. “And laid, I’d say.”

When he glared again, she laughed. “I know. I’m not your type. Just saying you should find someone and do ‘em.”

“It doesn’t work that way for me, Edie, and you know it.”

“Maybe it’s time to give it a try, just once. We’ll check Grindr later.”

“Edie, this is a gay resort. I don’t need Grindr. All I have to do is smile.”




Go to Suzana’s WEBSITE to enter for some fabulous prizes.


About the Author:

Suzana Wylie is the non-so-pseudo pseudonym of Susan Wylie Wilson. Suzana is a Southern girl who’s proud to be far less Southern than most. She credits the two years spent in extreme northern Maine and the ten years in western New York with knocking off the remnants of Southern from her. Though she does still eat grits. She’s been writing since she figured out which end of the pencil to lick, but only published in novel form in the last few years. Since she spent most of her early life, up through college at least, knowing that she didn’t fit in with the girls and enjoying hanging out with the boys better (which is still true, but no longer the source of angst), she’s always had a fascination for M/M relationships and the dynamic, so different from M/F relationships. Though there are women in her books, they’re not the love interest, no matter how great a role they may play in the story. When Suzana isn’t writing or reading, she’s likely to be coloring or drawing, or blending her two personalities by knitting while yelling at the football game on TV.

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A New Cover, A Countdown Deal & a Giveaway for Points on a Curve

Every now and again it’s fun to freshen up a book cover to make a book shine, and no one does it better than Rebecca Poole of Dreams2Media. She listens, she understands genre requirements and she’s the consummate professional.

To celebrate that sparkly new look, I decided to run an Amazon Countdown Deal on POINTS ON A CURVE beginning Oct. 20th (today!) and running through the 25th. The price starts at 99c, then steps up to $1.99, then $2.99. Obviously the early bird gets the best discount, but those of you who use Kindle Unlimited, you can read it for FREE as part of the KU subscription program.

pizap-com14334275715221As always, reviews are gratefully accepted, cherished, adored, drooled over… Um… well, they’re really nice to have. And kinda necessary since without them those pesky Zon algorithms don’t really work in my favor.


Anyhoo… I’m also giving away two audiobook copies (using download codes) of POINTS ON A CURVE plus a few signed print copies (original cover, US only). No hoops, no sign up for a newsletter (which I don’t have anyway), no liking my FB page (but if you want to, I won’t stop you).

Just comment below, leave an email address and I’ll throw random darts and select some winners.

Easy peasy.

Now, without further ado…

Tah dah!

points-on-a-curve-ebook-full-sizePoints on a Curve is a romantic comedy with a sports theme, combining high stakes suspense, an unlikely attraction and a romance that will have you drooling over the dessert.

Rob van Horn is a hotshot sports journalist with an instinct for a headline. Taylor O’Brien is an ex-basketball player with a checkered past and regrets.

She’s not his type. He’s her best friend’s younger brother. Rob’s sister arranges a blind date that has Rob and Tay clashing over a bloody beef tenderloin. And it doesn’t take long for them to discover there’s more at stake than splitting the appetizer.

When they go one-on-one on the basketball court, Rob makes it clear to everyone that his tastes have changed—at least in women. And before Taylor can shout “slam dunk” she finds that playing defense can be a very good strategy, indeed.

There’s one little problem, an ex-husband who’s not what he seems, and a story that turns Rob into a bloodhound, with all clues circling back to Taylor. Exposing the truth might put Taylor in the crossfire of more than just bad publicity.

The more he digs, the more Rob finds that sometimes fate takes dinner and romance to a whole nother level…



While Arturo and a squad of ranch hands busied themselves artfully arranging small boat-like white platters of bits and bobs of undercooked seafood, I put on my Prince Charming face, smiled brightly and said, “So my sister tells me you’re in school.”

Wrinkling her nose at the punte di asparagi, she kept one eye on the grilled octopus and the other on my finger tapping an unconscious SOS on my wine glass.


Yes, I’ll fight you to the death for a piece of that knubby flesh swimming with capers and cherry tomatoes, or … yes, I’m in school. Or yes to something else.

Hard to tell, and not the best of starts.

One of the helpers graced my vicinity with bloody beef tenderloin covered with parmigiano shavings. Forgiving the gods of culinary science for fouling it with arugula and hearts of palm, I speared it with the outside fork and narrowly missed an opportunity for a quick foray to St. Luke’s emergency room for stab wounds.

Miz Tay was as quick as I suspected and she wanted that bloody bite of meat as much as, maybe more than, I did. The forks squared off in an Italian standoff worthy of the Godfather.

A gentleman would have relinquished all rights to the raw meat. I wasn’t a gentleman.

Being a lefty gave me a slight advantage. I kept the impaled temptation in place and secured my fair share with a swift, deft slice across the grain.

While Her Ladyship demurely slid the dripping bit onto her plate, I did a lift and drizzle across the dazzling white linen tablecloth, leaving a trail of shame.

Cordie blanched and looked up at some point over my shoulder. Arturo was there, he had to be. Fortunately, the kitchen noises ramped up at that point, drowning out whatever the waitstaff was thinking sotto voce.

Satisfied with the easy layup, I shoved the entire wad of tenderloin in my mouth and chewed contently. At least it gave me something to do with my mouth, because conversation wasn’t happening.

One of the minions anticipated my interest in the calamari and smoothly deposited a selection onto the plate. I nodded my thanks and slipped a quick look to my right.

She was still there. Lips pursed, not chewing.

Fink’s words washed over me as I set my fork down and waited for my sister’s next bright idea.

I was looking down the gullet of insalate, more fish, a cappuccino and desert with two forks. Then off to the theater to jam myself into a seat designed for someone five feet tall, and try not to doze off during the overture.

The adage no good deed goes unpunished sprang to mind.

Cordie giggled, reminding me of how easy it was to devil my favorite sister, and how much I loved hearing her laugh.

With nothing in mind other than to force more than a yes or no, I turned to Taylor-the prim during a lull in the general din and asked, “So, how many times have you been divorced?”

I’ve never actually had my balls shrivel from a look, but there was a first time for everything.





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It Never Rains…

Merciful heavens… can this year just be over?

My poor daughter has had one mishap after another… all on top of the trials and tribulations of moving forward with the transition, including painful surgery and a long recovery period that seriously set back her competing in endurance events.

Just when it seemed she and young master Czar were back on track, they had a near miss with the horse trailer on a narrow country road. Ro had to stand the truck on its nose to avoid the dump truck that pulled out without looking. From 50 mph to oh shit in the blink of an eye. That threw Czar against the stall guard, hard. He was badly shaken but they proceeded to the event and the tender ministrations of the vet and staff because it was closer than trying to come back home.

They all took a wait and see position. The next morning Team Czar were okay to start but by the end of 15 miles it was clear Czar was done for the day. Ro withdrew and let him rest in a stall while she helped out with the other volunteers.

10955693_1058824860817887_4723278648680149908_nCzar was off in the hind end for a couple days but eventually he was back to his old, pesty self. That included a 1:00am prison break out of the pasture, leaving Mr Bob screaming bloody murder and us dressing in the dark and wondering… WTF? Ro caught him by the horse trailer in the front yard, chowing down on grass—that same horse trailer where he’d ping-ponged just a few days before. Go figure.

Bottom line: Czar seriously needs a job. So when he passed a lameness inspection, Ro and good friend, Dodie, decided to share the trailer and head for the Mustang endurance ride in Jersey.

Cue vengeful weather gods: temps plummeting, heavy rain, high winds. The gals decided their fun meter had already pegged so they opted to stay home. Turned out not to be as bad as predicted, but hey ho… you do what you think is best for the horses.

img_1418Team Czar had one more shot at a competition. The plan was a Sunday playdate on the mountain to make sure he was sound enough, but the day before was devoted to getting in 120 bales of hay. Ro secured the first load—a primo second cutting of alfalfa and orchard grass. 65-70lb bales. Ro kicked a dozen or so to the ground, I fired up the hay elevator, she bent down to sling a bale onto the device and… went down like a ton of bricks, her back seized up.

Long story short—she got back to the house, did the heating pad/meds tango, and bad went to worse in no time. Gods bless good friends. Dodie came over and helped us get the hay in the barn. #CountryGirlPower

270974_647453851950296_431946368_nNow it’s the Wednesday after a chiro visit, more heat, more meds, barely able to move, lots of pain, but she’s finally able to drive herself to the chiro for another round of adjustments and then on to work.

I mean… come on! How much bad luck can a person have?

Needless to say, Team Czar is done for the season. Maybe it’s not so bad to have some down time. Hopefully next year they’ll both come back stronger than ever.

Meantime, Mom’s taken on feeding and farm chores, and that includes going mano-a-mano with the Bobster who loves to devil me. Rotten little toad.

Heh, not sure what I’d do without the boys and the kidlets (chickens) and the budgies and Herself and Mr Tom.


Peace and blessings to all!

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A Chronicle of the Amazon Page Flip Controversy: Or, how to piss off a ton of your vendors all at once

Amazon continues to shaft authors. I can also confirm the “one-page-read” phenom when in “flip mode”.

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For the past several weeks (and in some case months), authors publishing through KDP Select have been noticing a massive decrease in pages read (KENP = Kindle Edition Normalized Pages). I blogged about his before here and here, mostly about how it has hit me personally. In this post I would like to attempt a summary of what’s been going on and what the authors affected think might be causing it.

Most of what I know comes from a discussion thread on Kboards, a forum for indie authors. The thread was started on Oct. 2, and authors quickly began chiming in with information on decreasing numbers of pages read on Amazon. A few authors said they had seen no decrease, but the vast majority have observed decreases of between 30% – 90%.

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Oops! Almost Forgot My Amazon Countdown Deal! The Eagle & the Fox #Sale

After a lovely road trip to north Jersey, exploring Newfoundland—the location for the film THE STATION AGENT—I’m now scrambling to play catch-up with all things digital.

And goodness! That includes trumpeting, a day late, my Amazon Countdown Deal for THE EAGLE AND THE FOX (A Snowy Range Mystery).

the-eagle-and-the-fox-2400Currently it’s at 99c for the next 18 hours or so, then it goes to $1.99, $2.99, $3.99 and so on, with the deal ending on Oct. 18th.

TE&TF is the one a few readers think should be a shifter tale because… a fox and an eagle on the cover… but I assure you it’s a hard-hitting suspense/mystery taking place in the lee of the Snowy Range in south central Wyoming. It’s also gay fiction with a side of romance.

TE&TF has characters we all know and love: The Strong, Silent Type


It takes a lot to get a man like Josh Foxglove flustered. After all, he’s a vet, a wounded warrior, a rancher. He’s got his bit of hardscrabble dirt to tend and has had more than his fair share of hard times like everyone else. He sees to his family—his sister Becca and her two girls depending on him to do right by them.


And then there’s Marcus…

For two years, Josh and Marcus eyed each other, being neighborly, making small talk. Twice a month, like clockwork. They need a nudge.

Hard times tend to get harder, and Josh needs a favor. Marcus offers a drink, then another, and two men who can barely spit out more than a couple words at a time when they’re around each other find common ground.

Friendship builds on trust, something both men value above all else. The trouble with the strong, silent types… change and adjustments in perception tend to occur at a glacial pace. It’s good to know a man will be there to lend a hand, but what if you want more?

Thank heavens for nosy sisters…

[Becca said], “Why not ask him out for dinner next Sunday? Maudie’s been going on about taking Mr. Colton out on a trail ride ever since you introduced those two.”

Josh stared at his sister, his mouth open. She looked about as innocent as a black widow spider. The heat blowing off his ears was a good indication he was blushing. He gasped, “You mean a date, ask Marcus out on a date?”

“No, I mean invite him here for Sunday dinner. You know I always make enough extra for company whether we have any or not. Besides, Maudie would adore having Uncle Josh’s new friend visit.” Grinning broadly, she said, “So would I.”

The thought had crossed his mind more than once that he’d really like to get to know the shopkeeper better. Was Becca suggesting that maybe… Was it possible he’d crossed his signals, made an assumption, that maybe instead of Marcus being…

He blurted, “He’s straight.”

“What? You have something against having a straight friend, Josiah Foxglove?” Uh-oh. He gulped back a snotty retort and wondered if his ears had combusted yet. She muttered, “Besides, that’s not what I hear.”

A man like Josh Foxglove doesn’t fluster easily. But sometimes hearing what you refused to allow yourself to even consider?

As they say… priceless.

Becca reminds Josh to ask Marcus to come over for Sunday dinner.

[Josh replies], “I will. Just remember, it’s not a date.”

“It is if you want to get laid, bro.”

Greta van der Rol, author of classic SciFi adventures with a dollop of romance, used The Eagle and the Fox as an example when she explored the quandary of reader expectations and slotting a book onto a particular shelf. You can read her blog HERE.


An Amazon Reviewer says:

Nya Rawlins writes with an authenticity that gives voice to her characters, real people of the place. This is literary fiction that gathers elements of many genres but never falls into a pigeon hole of any of them. Her writing is beautiful but never gets in the way of the story she’s telling, and the story is about these people dealing with burgeoning affection, maybe love, danger, loss, and fear. In other words, real life, lived by real people. The book is a mystery with plenty of action and danger. It’s a slow-build love story that never shies away from erotic exploration, but it is not Romance, nor is it Erotica. It’s more.

cloudseedingWhat more could you want? THE EAGLE AND THE FOX has garnered nine 5* reviews, it’s on sale, and… <cough, cough> it happens to be one of my personal favorites, with characters who are still as real and vibrant as the day they said… Hey, have we got a tale for you!


Peace and love to all in these difficult times.

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Women Writing The Erotic: Part Three

Please join in this important discussion on women finding agency through exploring their sexuality via fiction.

Emmanuelle de Maupassant

erotic-fiction-women-writersIn this series (within the 130 authors survey), I’m sharing women’s views on exploring sexuality through fiction. If you haven’t already readPart One orPart Two,  it’s best to begin there.

Here, we look at what first inspired these women authors to tackle sexual themes, and the significance of gender to their work.

In writing erotic fiction, sex is the lens through which we explore our world and our identity. Our writing is a pathway to knowing ourselves: physically, mentally, and emotionally.

In expressing our understanding of our sexual self, looking at how erotic impulse shapes us, we recognize that we are more than intellect, and more than emotion. We are also ‘of the body’.

Ina Morata tells us, “Sex is the medium I use to investigate psychological boundaries: my personal insecurities and fears. I explore who I am and see how far I can push…

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Live! The Reluctant Alpha Trilogy (Ranch to Market Chronicles)

Here’s your chance to own an epic gay shifter tale of suspense, with smoking scenes of affection and edge of your seat action and adventure… all in one collection!


The Reluctant Alpha Trilogy (Ranch to Market Chronicles)

Includes: The Reluctant Alpha, Alpha Framed, Alpha’s Last Stand

Genre: Gay fiction, paranormal suspense


When the enemy you face is the one you least expect…

When you step up to the plate, but nobody warns you about friendly fire…

When the end of your quest is only the beginning…


THE RELUCTANT ALPHA: When the enemy you face is the one you least expect…

It’s going to take a reluctant alpha, a gang of misfits, a prairie load of mistakes, Boyz from the Hood, and a visitor who’s not what he seems to face down a powerful adversary when the day of reckoning is nigh.

Coy Carruthers never asked to be alpha. He’s not cut out for it. No one is arguing, especially his uncle’s clan. With the odds stacked against him, Coy’s going to have to step up or step away when things go sideways.

The thing is… when it’s all over but the shouting, why is he still screaming?

ALPHA FRAMED: When Coy Carruthers stepped up to the plate, nobody warned him about friendly fire…

A rescue goes sideways, putting Coy and his intrepid band under the crosshairs of an adversary they never expected. And to make matters worse, a man he’d trusted—not just with his life but with his deepest secrets—changes his allegiance just when Coy most needs help to save the ranch and the wounded warriors in his care.

It takes a tragedy to smoke out who’s behind all the political maneuvering, a tragedy that leaves Coy reeling and no longer certain he’s up for what needs to be done. He has to dig deep and reconnect with his dual natures, because if he doesn’t he’ll never have the strength to go up against the most powerful clan in the country.

Sometimes, when the going gets tough, the tough learn to… duck.

ALPHA’S LAST STAND: When the end of your quest is only the beginning…

Trust is a strange commodity. It can’t be bought, but it can be sold. And sometimes it’s not the highest bidder you want when the going gets tough. Faced with losing control over all he cares about, Coy sets in motion a string of events that puts his own sanity on the line.

Coy’s got a choice. It’s not a good one, but it’s all he has.

With bravery and foolhardiness two sides of the same coin, it doesn’t take long for the odds to stack against the reluctant alpha and those who still believe in him.

Question is… can he believe in himself?


“If you’re looking for a typical, formulaic shifter romance with one true mate and an HEA, this might not be for you, but if you’re looking for great writing, a complex (and flawed) main character, an interesting cast of supporting characters, a new take on shifters/weres, a plot with real conflict (as opposed to trite misunderstandings), and some hot sex with BDSM themes, buy this book right away!”~~Karoon, Amazon Review

AMAZON    |    ALL ROMANCE    |    APPLE    |    KOBO    |    INKTERA


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The Dreaded Synopsis—What It REALLY Reveals About Our Writing

Oh that Demon Synopsis!

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There is one word known to strike fear into the hearts of most writers. Synopsis. Most of us would rather perform brain surgery from space using a lemon zester and a squirrel than be forced to boil down our entire novel into one page.

Yes one.

But alas we need to for numerous reasons. First and foremost, if we want to land an agent, it works in our favor to already have an AWESOME synopsis handy because the odds are, at some point, the agent will request one.

Sigh. I know. Sorry.

A Quick Aside

When it comes to synopses, I lean toward the, “Better to beg forgiveness than to ask permission” camp. Which is where already having a seriously spiffy synopsis helps.

Think of it this way. E-mail sucks. Getting lots of email and having to juggle it all sucks. Agents get a lot of email. Since I am…

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Gearing up for NYComicCon


Our much anticipated foray into the city will be this coming Friday as we attend NYComicCon.

The bus trip is always a hoot. There will be the inevitable delays, accidents and looky loos on the interstate, then the crawl down to the tunnel, the impossible 90-degree turns and wiggling through traffic to get to the Port Authority bus entrance…

picture-077Then the mad dash down 9th Avenue, hanging a right at 36 or 37th, depending on whether or not there’s construction impeding pedestrian traffic. And finally… FINALLY… the Javits Center arises in all its glory…

Along with a line of Con-party-goers that stretches blocks and blocks and blocks long. They warn you to queue at 8-ish. It opens at 10am. Some will look like they’ve been there since Labor Day.

javitscenterThis is fun… or it used to be. I’m a tad older and not so nimble nowadays. If the walk doesn’t kill me, most certainly standing in line for a minimum of two hours will. Once inside, it’s a crush of people of all ages, many costumed, all with backpacks and totes, queuing up once more at the elevators to access the upper level and the main exhibition hall.


newyorkcomiccon2013day2j16nk7bcorolWe’ll head to the artists alley in search of Marjorie Liu and Sana Takeda, the masterminds behind Monstress. Firstborn will want autographs. I just like to stare at Marjorie. I think I have most of her books autographed already. #fangirling

Greg Rucka will be there, though the odds of getting within a country mile of him might be slim to none.

There’s BOOKCON also, a newish event that we’ll check out. It’s at a different location so we’re hoping to escape the crush at the Javits Center and chill out with some publishers, maybe score some books and graphic novels, attend a few panels.

79459d28bffc34ca0966b68fb23cdfd0We’ll eat street food, rub elbows with the unwashed masses, stand in lines and more lines.

Mom will likely end up in one of the lower levels where there are chairs and benches scattered about. I like to people watch and brush up on the salsa of dialog—sharp, shimmying, in your face—and the postering and body language of nerds and wannabees.

It’s a tap dance of diversity. A shared passion. A re-affirmation.

Big Apple. NYComicCon.

Be there. Or be square.

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#Review of MAX by Bey Deckard #LaunchDay

It’s LAUNCH DAY for the highly anticipated MAX by Bey Deckard.

And this is me… fangirling like a boss!

The author says:

Folks who dislike unhealthy relationships, are sensitive to consent ambiguity, or have eurotophobia should take a big step back from this story.

It’s dark… ish and full of mindfuckery.

Substance abuse, pornography, violence, cheating, unprofessional behaviour, criminal intent, abuse… and good lord, the lies.


51u0fsnv3lFresh out of school, Dr. Crane takes on a new patient who both intrigues and unnerves him. Charming, manipulative, and amoral, Max has exactly the sort of mind Crane finds himself drawn to with fictional characters.

As Max weaves himself into Crane’s life, Crane realizes that while fiction might be safe, Max certainly is not.

When the professional line between them thins, who gets to define where one man ends and the other begins?


AMAZON    |    ARe    |    SMASHWORDS    |    iBOOKS



Max is a study in contrasts, a war zone where hubris and the collapse of superego duke it out in an arena of narcissistic violence and sly manipulation. Max is the ultimate predator, conducting the hunt with precision and control. But Max also likes to play with his food. It’s the reason they incarcerate his kind behind layers of barricades.

One wonders… who are they trying to protect?

Crane is a neophyte and clearly not prepared for the sophisticated performance Max and his alter-ego execute under the guise of seeking his professional help, and from the get-go control shifts in a smoke and mirrors game with Crane mesmerized, confused and complicit.

Trained to ask questions, Crane the psychologist attempts to parse the inner space of his patient-client, to explore the answers to those questions, to enlighten, to understand. The trick is figuring out that sometimes answers are the last thing you want or need.

Watching Crane implode under the sheer audacity and allure of Max’s pathologies is fascinating… and terrifying. A train wreck, roadkill you can’t turn away from… dissection and resection… Max vs Crane is a tour de force of sensual transgression. Will you take sides—Team Max or Team Crane? I dare you not to.

Bottom line: read Max at your peril.

But read it.

Five enthusiastic stars and highly recommended, triggers be damned.



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